“Dear God,” Aunt Bella cries. “Can we not have a pissing contest right now.” She gestures at me, Viktor, and Uncle Alexei. “You all failed my little girl, and I swear on all that’s holy, if she doesn’t pull through, there will be four funerals.” “Baby,” Uncle Alexei murmurs, trying to take hold of her arm. Aunt Bella yanks away from him, her Latino temper flaring hotter. “Don’t baby me.” She comes to stand in front of me, her eyes cold as ice. “I want the head of the man who did this to my daughter on a golden fucking platter.”
ISABELLA WILL TAKE EVERYONE DOWN
